Gym. Tan. Laundry!
Or something like that. I have watched and enjoyed Jersey Shore approximately negative zero times. So if you are here looking for some Jersey Shore nostalgia and/or love from me for them.
Click off. And Google “What is my life?” and carry on with your day. LOL.
So if you remember last month… I’ve been obsessing about going to a gym. Mostly because I want to crush life just as beautifully as this fat black yoga-ing super hero that you should watch HERE:
Isn’t that AMAZING??? Like I’ll be honest… I screamed when they showed that full on shot of her and her belly cause man listen… Me and My belly. We be her. lol.. But you know what? Me and my belly really really really REALLY want to be as flexible, healthy, strong and in love with and unashamed of my body as her… and we aren’t. And there is very little excuse why we shouldn’t be.
I mean moving my body physically ALWAYS feels good to me. I freaking love that shit. I have never left the gym not feeling like a freaking Teenage Mutant Wonder Woman.
So I’m sucking it up.
Not in, Darling.
I’m sucking it up and I now find myself about 3.2 seconds away from signing up for a gym cause I love the gym and I found one, I had no idea it even existed. Et tu yelp.
Anyway, it has basically everything from last months list except for two things that are pretty major. No pool and one of the managers there is a major Trump supporter. Like major.
Like he’s an almost comical sterotype of what a Trump supporter is. He posts and reposts ridiculous memes and completely unresearched, completely false meme and infographics and when people question him on Trump’s policies, experiences, or pretty much anything he says things like. Get a JOB HIPPIE! Like a freaking modern day Archie Bunker minus the lovable sense of humor, decency, and kindness.
However… our interaction was good. Almost awesome in fact. He was kind, nice, professional, and pleasant. So, I’m going to check out the gym for a few more days. I’ll be honest. I don’t want to join strictly because of what he posted on his social media. But that’s his social media right? If he doesn’t care to use the google to find out how 99% of the facts and information he posted is completely false… I guess that his prerogative? He would probably write the same thing about me with my Bernie Loving, Obama supporting, Trump despising self. “She’s so dumb, bro!”
But maybe if we met each other as two good people, two hard working kind people who love our families, our lives and can be mutually respectful of each other we can each learn something from each other and figure this mess that America is becoming.
So, I’ll treat him with the same kindness and respect that I show all other human beings. And I’ll hope that when he interacts with me he’ll do the same. I wish I had some nice way to wrap this up. Some glimmer of hope and understanding that would make me feel safe knowing that I live in a world where seemingly decent people are able to overlook the very real indecencies of Trump and what his truly divisive campaign and possible policies could mean for our country because ???? Man, I don’t even know why they want to do that… But I want to be more healthy. I want to run and sweat and stretch and Zumba and YOGA in a room full of black and brown and white and every one of us all. So, I’ll work it out on the treadmill and I’ll namaste him as much as I can with my fat black girl yoga powers… And I think that’s all I’ve got to say about that…
Wait…. one more thing.
Watch her again:
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